Your family connection to the vehicle is undeniable.”
Vance leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.
He had laid out the trap.
Now he was waiting for me to step into it.
“We have your ID. We have an eyewitness. We have the vehicle,” Vance continued, shifting into the sympathetic cop routine.
“I know how it happens, Maya. You had a few too many drinks. You made a mistake. You panicked. If you confess right now, if you show remorse, the district attorney might drop the maximum sentence. If
